Killed me with honor.

I'm created in his image,
but why not his faith?
Just a mistaken scrimmage,
as the world becomes fake.

Let downs upon let downs,
as the glory withers off.
Tears covered with frowns,
as dreams fade away.

Forever mistaken,
as the perfect child.
Forever shaken,
with a broken heart.

He made me with dust.
Gave me with truth.
Broke me with lust.
And, killed me with honor.

Loved ones taken away.
Dreams began to fade.
Depression filled each day,
And, all the truth hid.

Deep within the soul.
As if it was meant to be,
Forsaken and not whole.
Forever living incomplete.

I still wonder why.
We're created in his image,
left on earth to slowly die.
As he sits upon his glorious throne.